"Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos; the materials must, in the first place, be afforded: it can give form to dark, shapeless substances, but cannot bring into being the substance itself."-Mary Shelley, Author's Intro to Frankenstein

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Driving the same streets where I fell in love is a very peculiar experience.  Again surrounded by water and southern accents.  Roaming in a maroon Cutlass Sierra of which I was always slightly embarassed AND proud, almost as if making a big FUCK YOU statement, in the midst of image central.  Romancing on a windy day in the center of the city (Adam ( Read more... )

Reading the collector's edition about Barack Obama that Ray bought me at QFC.  $6.00 magazine.  Ray treats me like a princess in more than monetary ways, and I've come to accept and expect nothing less.  For the six months we have know each other, we have made so many memories.  We spent almost every lunch break of mine together.  For me, that's ( Read more... )

Friendship.  What a complicated concept.

Seeing my young cousins and nieces exchange friends weekly caused me to consider my own friendship history.  At times, it just simply sucked.  Friends are often turned to not only for support or advice or a partner for activities or laughing/celebration, but at a deeper level, friends offer validation and ( Read more... )

Yeah.

I feel like I just got mentally assaulted.

Why did he act like that?  Guys are so fucking messed up sometimes.  Like, whoa, things can change from one day to the next (duh)...but I'm mad right now...so I feel...I dunno.

Okay, so, time to get over that.  Exciting.

I find romance in things like the boy at the Crisis Center who has autism and understands so much and who looks at me with very alive eyes...who has progressed so much and doesn't injure himself anymore.  There is some kind of romance in the courage it took me today to go to Planned Parenthood by myself and be responsible.

Today, it dawned on me ( Read more... )

It's probably a good idea if I go to bed soon.  I thought maybe if I came back, I would be inspired now....but, I'm not.  Shit.  I'll try again in the morning.

"When I see you..."

I hate writing here for some reason.  I finally have a computer to use and to post something...but I'm totally uninspired.  I hate writing list-like updates...simply regurgitating every action I made each day.  Bleh. 

Two hour max rides sound interesting.  I know it's a little bit insane...but maybe I'm happy about this.  Maybe I really WILL read like I say I will.  This is from Beaverton to Gresham.  But, on the flip side...I get to work at a crisis center for adolescents.  Um, yes, sexual predators and severe behavioral disabilities.  This is what I need and ( Read more... )

moved in and feeling happy.  at the best amiga's house right now...and we always pick up where we left off and it's always love ( Read more... )